Male Pregnant Stories Novels & Stories

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

Dario paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his heart racing with excitement. The news was still fresh, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Marissa, his mate, was pregnant. The thought sent a surge of joy through him, electrifying every nerve in his body. He could hardly contain himself; this was the moment he had been waiting for an opportunity to embrace fatherhood and share the incredible news with the world.

"You have to promise me you won't tell him. He can never know." Reluctance was written on the doctor's face, but he felt very bad for her so he finally nodded slowly. "Alright, Ma’am. I won't say anything, besides I'm not in the position to tell him, You have my words. But I strongly encourage you to reconsider." “Ok, thank you, Doctor.” She said before taking her leave, but she knew full well that Jake was never going to find out about her failed trials to get pregnant.

How am I supposed to fight an enormous when I’m pregnant? My arm is already throbbing with pain, my adrenaline is pumping, and my heart is racing so fast I fear it might beat out of my chest. I try to fight back, but my attempts are feeble in comparison to the werewolf’s strength. It sinks its teeth into my leg, and I cry out in pain when it gives my leg the death shake, like a dog playing with a toy. “Stop that!” I shout. “I’m pregnant!” The wolf doesn’t seem to care. Its eyes glow brighter in the dark, and it shakes my leg again, making blood fly everywhere. You can see part of my bone, and I close my eyes while hot tears run down my face.

Chloe was shocked when she heard this, she looked at the doctor with an open eyes before laughing out loud, "You must be joking, how can I be pregnant? She asked. When she saw the doctor giving her a stern look, that was when she knew that he was damn serious about it. She then remembered the clip of her having sex with six burly men and paled in fright. " This can't be true, doctor I can't be pregnant please remove it". She cried out and said in a Loud voice. "I'm sorry Miss Chloe, I would have loved to help you, but you have a serious complication and you might lose your life in the process". The doctor said and shook his head in pity.

After my wife got pregnant, she became unusually affectionate toward me, but I resisted doing the deed with her. However, I didn't expect to catch her cheating on me with another man during a prenatal checkup. Later, under the pretense of a business trip, I saw her walk into a hotel with a man whom I knew all too well. My name is Shawn Carter, and I worked as a mid-level manager at a construction company. Things had been going smoothly for me at headquarters, but my boss had just informed me that I would be sent to an overseas project site with no set return date and would be leaving in a month.

I asked him. He glanced at me a second time, I could sense the fear in his eyes. He started to speak very carefully: "We ran several tests. "For what? Food poisoning?" "No." He said, shaking his head. "Then what?" He hesitated. “You are pregnant.”

Aria’s POV The doctor used the word rest six times in ten minutes. By the seventh time, I wanted to scream. “I am resting,” I insisted. The woman on the screen gave me a patient look during the video consultation. “With respect, Miss Collins, emotional stress affects pregnancy more than most people realize.” I sat curled into the corner of the couch, trying very hard not to look irritated. Across the room, Damien stood near the dining area speaking quietly with Marcus while pretending not to listen. Pretending badly.

I’m 32 years old now and I’m living a shitty existence in downtown Portland, making equally shitty coffee and waiting tables. The coffee shop was the best I could do on short notice. Three years later, I’m still working there, because no one else would hire me. Not after the scandal. Not after the tabloid posts and the newspaper articles, painting me as the “the ungrateful slut wife, who made a sex tape with another man.”

The people at the diner knew I was alone and pregnant and worked hard, and that was enough of a story for them. What none of them knew — what I still hadn't let myself sit with fully, even eight months out — was what Ada had said in the grass that night, breathless, her hand locked around my arm like she thought I might bolt before she got the words out. It wasn't about her.